In every period within the life cycle, people ask about love The first sound I heard is that love stings The next thing I heard myself uttering is that love stings Love stinks and then itches and then you scratch feels good after the scratch That is why when Papa used to beat my buttocks He said it was an overflow of love The next element visible was light Next, the sun draws out on our loving lips The the heat that comes after After which our faces are pressed upon. Then the music, soprano, once again hits the corners of my soul. We are out of heartbeat Then a chorus love stings, we cringe We scratch, it's hard work But there is an ease of relief. By Invictus #LoveStings